Turned
at the cusp of a promising career in the adult movie industry, Cherry Stem has
to rely on her mesmerizing vampire gaze for her meals and money. With the rent
deadline approaching, settling for pocket change isn’t an option, so she
reluctantly decides to let tall, dark, and handsome Detective Alex Marsden take
her home for the night and fulfill her needs.

Only
she gets more than she bargained for.

When
Cherry meets Alex, she expects him to be nothing more than another “girl meets
boy, girl feeds from boy, girl erases boy’s memories” hook-up. Once missing
young women, the vampire council, and her irresistible ex are thrown into the
mix though, she realizes nothing is as simple or random as she thought it was.

And
Alex is either the biggest gift or the biggest mistake of her un-life.

Excerpt

Hiding my body
seemed silly after we’d already had sex, so I didn’t. Not that he looked. He
just dropped a duffel bag by the sink.

“Thought you’d want
clean clothes as soon as you were dry,” he said. “Got a couple tees and
sweatpants from my place. They’ll be too big for you, but at least the pants
have drawstrings. Should be good for the night.”

Then he pulled his
shirt over his head.

If I were human, I’d
have been drowned by the water filling my mouth and clogging my throat while I
gaped at him. As it was, I was grateful I’d opened the shower stall door and
could enjoy the view.

Most people look
better when they’re dressed than when they’re out of their clothes. There are
always flaws, something that needs covering up: a slightly jutting stomach,
love handles, scars, pimples. Something.

To me Alex was
perfect.

I’d already run my
fingers down his chest and abs, but seeing the smooth, flawless skin stretch
over rippling muscle made me itch to caress it. His shoulders were wide; I knew
that already, but the way they rounded, leading to his flexing biceps, was a
sight to behold. And that’s what I did. I beheld,
wishing he was closer, that I could press my breasts against his chest and see
goose bumps rise.

I would probably
have kept staring at his six-pack for much longer if his fingers hadn’t gotten
in the way. Splayed across his abdomen, they touched what I longed for,
ghosting their way down to the front of his pants. I wanted to lick my way
along the trail of fine hair beneath his navel that disappeared inside his
waistband. I sucked in a breath when he undid the button and another when the
zipper lowered, allowing his slacks to fall to the teal, tiled floor.

My gaze followed
them, until he stepped out of the pooled fabric and toward the shower stall.

Toward me.

About the Author

Sotia
cries at sappy movies and wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the
world. She lives in Athens,
Greece, with
her husband—whom she met through writing—their son, and their two rescue dogs,
one of which might be part-pony.

Her
genres of choice are romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always
with vivid erotic elements. Her characters aren't exactly hero-material at
first glance; she likes making them fight for their happiness. Still, the
romantic in her can’t resist happy endings.